The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

higher than Samuel’s, and he was

Samuel to the

was stronger than 50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a loud

head bled again, and his

sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the patrol team sees it,

said those words, but Sandra repeated

and

“Don’t worry about it.

and fights that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at most only

when you kill someone will you be

deducted, and after I’m done, Peter will surely

Sandra quietly remembered

your stance, it seems that

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength

of

slap even arrived, the next

after one

appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting

were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was like heaven

were another ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately

eyes were

he received the founder’s blessings, Sandra’s

he showcased it, his footwork had a sense of

between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and it was impossible

John’s expressions instantly changed.

saw such an agile movement like Sandra’s, nor

since he had already attacked,

and continuously let out dozens of

strength of more than dozens of palms condensed into one slap in

Bang!

visible airwaves were formed, rushing toward the

fell as he did not manage to hit

he slapped

for the Sandra that John struck, his

It was a phantom!

heart trembled, and at this time,

out of the sect, you’ll

laughter made John’s scalp tingle, and every hair on him

around, John was already swept